Teased. Edged. Denied
Look at you already. Hard and leaking just from the idea of this. Good.
Keep your hands right where I tell you.
Start stroking. Slow.
Full length, base to tip.. no rushing.
Thumb over the head every few strokes—spread that precum around. Nice and slick.
That’s it. Keep the pace steady.
You’re not allowed to speed up yet.
I want you feeling every inch, every ridge. Imagine my fingers, feet wrapping around you instead, tighter, then looser, just enough to make your hips twitch.
Faster now. Medium pace. Grip a little firmer. You’re getting close, aren’t you? That tight pull in your balls, the heat building at the base. I can see it in the way your breathing changes. Keep going. Right up to the edge.
Stop. Hands off. Completely. Don’t you dare touch. Just sit there throbbing, twitching, the head shiny and swollen. Feel how much it wants more. You’re so close the air alone almost hurts. Good.
Stay right there. Pulse and leak.
Now back on. Slow again. Just the head this time—circle, squeeze, tease that sensitive spot underneath. Then long strokes, still slow. Build it. You’re going to edge for me again. I want to watch you fight not to tip over.Faster. Full strokes. Harder. You’re right there—hips lifting, thighs tight, cock jumping in your fist. The orgasm is right under the surface, ready to explode.
Stop.Hands away. Now.
Feel that ache? That desperate throb? You’re not allowed to come. Not yet. Not until I say. And I’m not saying it. Look at how wet you are, how hard you’re straining. All that tension with nowhere to go.
Good boy